Crossing the river
The older I get, the more funerals I attend: death is very real and this afternoon I am reminded again. My work has often incorporated 'the ferry' as shown in the gouache above, and in my mind it has always referred to crossing that river we call death.
This afternoon I pay my last respects to a dear friend, David Obbard, an old man who lived very close to the land and to God. A wonderful man who was above all, a peacemaker, full of love and compassion. An unsung hero of faith who had no fear of the last enemy - he really was, just going home.